Opaline - Various Artists

Summer dies here and so could

I somewhere underneath

Where the ground is made

Of stars and everything unclean

Your opaline is everything I see

Your opaline brings me to my knees

Summer dies here and so could

I somewhere underneath

So much like the ones in and on

My skin and somewhere in between

This opaline is everything I see

Your opaline brings me to my knees

Without you I am nothing

Without you I can't believe

This gilded place has everything

But this comfort is not what it seems

It is not what it seems

In between is everything I need

Your opaline is everything I see

This opaline brings me to my knees

Your opaline brings me to my knees